Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.